Ziying glanced at Meng Tu with a resentful look, "I can still breathe, but Meng Aiqing came one step early."

"It's my fault. I'm guilty! Please punish me, your Majesty." Meng Tu lowered his head in shame.

"Forget it, let's go back to Xianyang." Ziying took back the jade knife and rubbed the wound on his chest, "These are family matters, so we won't deal with them in front of outsiders."

"I respectfully welcome the king back to the palace!" Fifty strong men knelt down in unison, instantly changing the aura in the Chu camp.

Fan Zeng was startled by the uninvited guests who appeared out of thin air, "Here comes someone! Take them down!"

"Old man, there is no need to bark. We have killed all the guards nearby. I can't hear your barking from far away." Mengtu sneered. As a Qin disciple, what he hates most are these rebellious officials and traitors.

Fan Zeng looked left and right, and sure enough, not a single guard came over. His old face was twisted together in an ugly way, and he really couldn't figure out where Ziying found this group of people.

"It's getting late, Commander Xiang, it's time for me to say goodbye." Ziying said to Xiang Yu calmly.

"Prince Qin cannot leave before the battle of life and death!" Xiang Yu firmly stood the Overlord's Halberd on the spot.

Ziying tore open the king's robe, revealing the sword wound on his chest that was bleeding again, and said with a smile, "I am already wounded. Today's duel is unfair. Commander Xiang won't be happy even if he wins. It's better to wait for another day.

Let’s fight again after the injury is healed.”

Ziying believed in Qin Tu's strength and felt confident in his heart.

Fan Zeng stepped forward quickly, "Yu'er, we have been ordered by King Huai to attack Wudao. No matter what happens today, Ziying will not be able to go back alive!"

Xiang Yu remained silent as his 300,000-strong army came from the east in order to destroy the Qin Dynasty. If he returned without success, he would be ridiculed by the world. But the rare opponent in the world was Prince Qin Ying.

, which is somewhat unacceptable to him.

If Ziying was not the king of Qin, if Ziying was born in Chu, it would be great if he could be his brother like Sima Longju.

Xiang Yu spoke slowly, "If the King of Qin surrenders, Yu can guarantee that the King of Qin will be rich forever and will never touch the people of Xianyang."

Fan Zeng's white hair trembled in shock. The arrogant and stubborn Xiang Yu said such a thing?!

"Yu'er, Xianyang's dragon energy has not been cut off yet. You must not be benevolent as a woman! If you let Ziying go today, you will die under his sword tomorrow!" Fan Zeng roared, "Success or failure depends on this one move, Ziying.

I still remember your revenge for killing 200,000 Qin soldiers!"

Ziying sneered, "I not only remember the hatred of 200,000 Qin soldiers, but also remember that he killed all the people in Xiangcheng and Chengyang, and the total number of people in the city was more than a million."

"Yu'er, he has said so, what else do you have to think about!" Fan Zeng shouted.

Xiang Yu closed his eyes and meditated. He boasted of himself and was never afraid of others seeking revenge. Fan Zeng's words did not touch on his pain points. Even now, he is determined not to let the tiger go back to the mountain.

"Detain King Qin first and watch over him carefully," Xiang Yu ordered.

Fan Zeng breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Ziying stayed in the camp, he had the final say on how Ziying died.

Mengtu stood up with a knife and said with an evil smile, "How dare you detain the king without our consent? Isn't Chu Ni's tone a bit loud?"

Xiang Yu raised his sword eyebrows slightly, this group of people looked indeed extraordinary, and they were no match for him in real action.

"King Qin, it's better to let your men surrender and capture them. Yu can still leave their whole corpses intact." Xiang Yu said disdainfully.

"Really? Then open your dog eyes and see who is sparing and who is not dead now!"

Mengtu put his index finger into his mouth, and a sharp whistle sounded through the night.

The darkness around the Chu army's camp was instantly surrounded by a large circle of fire. Looking at the number of torches alone, there were no less than 20,000 people.

"Did King Qin call out all the guards in Xianyang City? Even so, it's still not enough." Fan Zeng sneered, "Ji Bu, Zhongli Mei. You each bring five thousand troops to destroy them, and let King Qin see them.

The strength of the Chu army."

"There's no need to bother Commander Zhongli. Ji, with his five thousand troops, can defeat the Qin soldiers." The man with his hair tied in a bun and dressed as a knight said angrily.

Ji Bu gave Zi Ying a hard kick, and this hatred must be vented on Qin Bing.

"Are you Ji Bu, the legendary "One Promise A Thousand Gold" from Chu region?" Ziying was a little surprised. This kind of chivalrous man with allusions on his body was just kicked to the ground by him. Thinking about it, he felt a little happy.

During the Chu-Han War, Ji Bu repeatedly chased and killed Liu Bang, who led his troops. Liu Bang was so frightened that he pushed his son Liu Ying and daughter Liu Le off the carriage in order to escape as soon as possible.

After Xiang Yu's death, Liu Bang searched for Ji Bu all over the country. Ji Bu hid in the Zhu family's home, and saved his life by interceding with Liu Bang through Xia Houying. In the end, he became the governor of Hedong County. He was the one who ended up with the best outcome among Xiang Yu's five tiger generals.

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Ji Bu had a look of resentment on his face, "What advice does King Qin have?"

"I heard that you promised me a thousand gold coins. What if five thousand men and horses are defeated?" Ziying asked.

"The Chu army cannot be defeated!" Ji Bu snorted coldly and ran straight to the west.

In order to guard against Zhang Han, Fan Zeng deliberately set up Zhang Han's camp in the east. The enemy did not need to worry about Zhang Han's life or death at this time.

"A promise of a thousand gold, but you dare not even make a promise. It seems a bit unworthy of the name." Meng Tu smiled disdainfully.

"The elite soldiers of Chu are enough to fight ten of them, which is more than enough to deal with 20,000 people. You just need to wait for the torches in the west to go out." Xiang Yu said proudly.

Xiang Yu didn't lie, he used 30,000 men to defeat Liu Bang's 500,000 men.

Upon seeing this, Mengtu smiled and said, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, everything is according to your plan."

Not long after, the torches in the west were swaying, and the Qin and Chu armies were fighting together. The killings shook the sky, but no torches were seen. The wails seemed to carry the sound of Chu, and the torches gradually came closer to the camp.
Chapter completed!